By kevin urenda
Date: 16 November 1999
thinking
thinking
as I gather my thoughts around me
like a collection of stuffed animals
or stuffed shirts
horribly pretentious
so full of shit
it seems I have forgotten
what the forest looks like
by picking out the uglier trees to look at
and in detachment
I stare in wonder at myself
as though I have hardly
known the person you say I am
the one you treat so tenderly
and I can hardly believe
that you have always realized
what I keep thinking you don't read
between these lines
or sometimes within them
and the world is made right again
11.16.99
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